Dax by Shannyn Leah

Author:Shannyn Leah [Leah, Shannyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pronoun
Published: 2017-12-19T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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“NOOOO!” OLIVIA YANKED THE T-SHIRT right out of Ava’s hand. “You’re not washing this shirt.” She turned and marched her short legs to her bed where she climbed atop. Folding her legs and clutching the filthy T-shirt in her arms, she sent Ava a glare.

The ongoing battle with this one T-shirt would drive Ava to her point of crazy.

Ava moved the wicker basket of full laundry to her other hip. “You’re not wearing it until you wash it.”

Olivia perked her eyebrows and rebelliously pulled the T-shirt over her head and the pink knitted sweater she wore. Old oil and grease stains smeared across the wrinkled front. If Ava wasn’t always at school when her daughter was at school, she would have washed it weeks ago.

She took a deep breath to keep from crossing the room and yanking the shirt right off her daughter. The idea was tempting. Very tempting.

The doorbell rang, erasing the enticing prospect.

“We will finish this later,” she sternly told her.

Olivia rolled her eyes and plopped back on the bed mumbling Ava’s sentence with more rebellion. Most of Olivia’s days were good, but Ava didn’t think she’d ever get used to this new rebelling side of her daughter.

Downstairs, Ava set the basket at the bottom of the stairs and answered the door, a gush of fresh air cooling down her irritated state.

“Ava Anderson?” A delivery man asked, holding a bouquet of blooming burgundy and orange, fall-colored flowers.

“Yes.”

“Sign here.” He passed her an electronic device and she quickly scribbled her name down before passing it back. “Here you are.” He handed her the bouquet and Ava smelled them, knowing only one man would send her flowers.

Inside the house, she secured the flowers under her arm and opened the card to read the scribbled note. Tonight. 8:00pm. Casual. Maybe a good pair of biker babe boots. Wanda is babysitting. Xoxo Dax.

This was his first attempt to spend time with her alone and her insides lit up, heating her body for an entirely different reason. Dax referencing the biker babe comment from the night at Buck’s only fueled the thrill. He’d visited often enough, not too much or too little, just the right amount of time. But, quite often, he practically ran out the door when she sent Olivia to bed and never had made another move since the evening inside the pantry.

Ava felt a mixture of excitement and reluctance reading the note again. It had only been a couple weeks since Rowdy died. Four weeks hadn’t seemed like enough time for him to distinguish what he wanted for his future and now he was asking—more like demanding—a date after only a couple weeks.

Olivia trotted down the stairs, still sporting the filthy T-shirt, and walked by Ava at the exact moment she considered refusing his invitation.

“I am going to wear it to bed and to school so you don’t take it and wash it.” She didn’t even look at Ava as she stomped straight by her and to the art desk set up in a corner of the living room.

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